The Plan Of Masked Man
The broken trust

Elsewhere now, an obsolete file is in his hands. There were still considerations before his intention came to open the beam, in his look back some pictures that made him get a bright spot even though it was just like one candle was lit.

"Does this have anything to do with the money I receive? " murm the man by gripping his cell phone.

With erratic hand movements because many things are thought to be one makes a worn file in his hand fall on the floor and several sheets of paper popping pointing a few words from the contents of the file that's.

"Ter corpse box" said the man and bowed to pick up the fallen file.

Drawn his paper glue that pokes so that now his writing is clear and complete, the case that he had read in his office and now in his grasp. With curiosity slowly every sheet of paper was read carefully and now his face began to remember something, something like his almost forgotten by him.

The same file only in every temple there is always a hand stroke where it is a symbol of smile and sadness as if to tell something. But still the person still does not understand what the use of the symbol smile fan sadness, but until the last sheet like the file is not the same as the file in his office.

Without waiting for long, the man tidied up the files and out of his house to get back into the car, now his goal is where he works. It only takes a short time because the distance of home and office is not far, with a calm step past his other colleagues and immediately enter the room belongs to him.

"Where's that file? It should be here." murmured the man by opening every little closet in his room.

Almost thirty minutes but the files he was looking for never met make him increasingly aggressively rummaging through every file that is still piling up in his room.

"Sir Leo? What are you looking for? " ask someone who has just entered and intends to clear the file after his condition improves.

"To did you see the case files of a wasted woman's body a few weeks ago, which I read by accident? I'm looking for it." asked Leo without stopping his search.

''The file was pulled three days ago by someone, sir, said the case should not have any offices in this region" said Dito casually.

"What's? Who pulled him? The case is not in the region near ya" said Leo with a recall of the area of the scene.

"No sir, because the file withdrawal also gets permission from the insider" replied Dito by hand began to clean up the file so that it can be returned to the warehouse.

"Can I ask you? " dito said slowly for a moment to stop his activities.

"Ask what? " said Leo and looked at his subordinate.

"How did you know there was a body in that old building? Were there any clues when you checked the body? " ask Dito with a probing look.

"Somebody sent a message and said something suspicious in the building, about the dead body of course I didn't know from the start. And there's no clue what can be obtained, what about the results of the visa?" leo replied calmly as he realized Dito's gaze was looking at the right and wrong answers.

"The doctor will send the results of his visa directly to the office, I take this to the warehouse again. Excuse me sir." said Dito while lifting a stack of files to cover half his face.

"I have to be more careful." Leo's inner and back left his office.

While in the file shed that Dito carried was only seen placed on a table near the entrance, it was seen the man took his cellphone out of his pants pocket. In his reopen video that is still stored on his phone, the video that trimmed his cada trusts his agent Leo.

An incoming message stopped the video from spinning, alternating with a message that once again ripped Dito's heart from his half-owned defense that was now only a quarter left. Without delaying the time, a phone icon on his tap and sound of a call connection that indicates the number is still active.

"What's your question? " greet the voice from across.

"What do you want? Is it my fault for being caught between you?" dito asked in distress.

"Your position makes my business easier, you are the judge between us." replied from across.

"What do you mean? " asked Dito, looking more anxious.

"The criminal enforcer of justice or the officer of the destroyer of justice?" answer from across and end the short conversation.

"Gosh, why am I the one chosen.There are still many other policemen." muttered Dito by staring up where there was a white tern that covered the view of the tile.

A trust that has been torn apart and replaced with doubt, especially after listening to the answers of his superiors agent Leo. The growing suspicion made Dito remember what Leo was looking for, the case file two years ago where he was still an apprentice and only the grapevine heard about the case.

"It should be on the internet, well I better referrals the case from the internet." muttered Dito by leaving the warehouse back to his own seat.

While in a public cemetery that is usually quiet suddenly become very crowded as if there is a celebration, it cannot be denied if the status of people can make loyal followers follow. No matter who is grieving or just pointing to false sympathy, there are still many pairs of feet that step into the public funeral.

A mourning and bereaved family sprinkled red roses with rose water on the ground mounds that still look fresh, sad faces with dark circles clearly visible in the family members.

"Wake up.Don't joke like this, I promise I'll always be with you. Wake up." exclaimed someone who had just appeared and immediately hugged the tombstone.

"Russia@n! Get you out of here, bodyguard get rid of that shit! " cried a grieving man gazing giddily at the man who boldly embraced his family headstone.

"Wake up, I'll fulfill all your wishes baby.But come back to me! Please." said the man without regard to the cry of the man who had withdrawn his hand from the gravestone in his arms.

The bodyguards go forward and try to release the person with the disheveled appearance of it from the headstone but the strength of the person is such unnatural, the more in the pull instead of his loose the more possessive his embrace is.